Without wasting a single moment, they hastily rushed towards the stairs and descended to the ground floor. The adrenaline rush was evident on their faces as they hopped into Tom’s jeep, parked right outside the building.
Despite being so young, he had already earned his driving license, and he knew how to handle the vehicle with confidence. As they zoomed through the bustling streets and highways, the wind rushed past them, and the city’s bright lights blurred into a colourful streak.
It was nearly midnight when they finally arrived at their destination, still reeling from the excitement of the ride.
“Let’s keep the jeep in this alleyway and go to the house. We’ll act as if we are lost,” Tom explained.
“Okay, but as soon as we are sure that he’s the man, let’s immediately take back up,” Rachel replied.
Tom nodded. They slowly got out and walked to the door of the annotated house. They joked around and acted perfectly normal.
They then went and knocked on the door. However, nobody answered. They waited for a while and then creek…the face of a middle-aged man peeped out. He had handsome blue eyes, a scar on his forehead, and circular glasses.
“Oh, hello Children! What are you doing here,” He said in a supposedly pleasant but gruff voice.
“Umm, can you help us find our way back to Grasonville? It’s dark and I think we lost our way,” Tom asked.
Even though, he sounded pleasant, Tom noticed his mean, shifty looking eyes darting slyly.
“You go left, turn around the corner, and then take the third lane on the right,” He replied hoarsely.
“Thank you, Mr. Moncrieff. But could you-,” Rachel started.
“Wait a minute. How do you know my name? How do you know my real name?” In a rage, he forcefully interrupted and lunged towards Rachel, gripping her shirt with a fierce grasp.
“Don’t touch my sister, you filthy murderer,” Tom yelled, taking one of the guns that was given to them and pointing it at Harry Moncrieff.
In a sudden and unexpected turn of events, a large number of police cars swarmed the area, creating a chaotic scene. The vehicles were scattered throughout the streets and alleyways, seemingly covering every inch of ground.
The sound of sirens echoed through the air, alerting everyone in the vicinity that something significant was happening.
Officers could be seen rushing to and from their cars, making phone calls and shouting instructions to one another. It was clear that whatever was going on, it was a major operation that required a lot of resources.
“Is this the man?” A police officer asked, walking towards them and eyeing them with approval.
Rachel nodded.
“Well, well, well, as usual, the youngest detectives in our police force save the day,” said the Constable coming up, “Thank you for everything. We’ll give you a lift home, your parents must be worried.”